Back-to-school
Rachel couldn't believe it as she looked at the date. Another two weeks and school would start again for her youngest. Where had the summer gone? It wasn't as if they'd gone on any trips or anything. But it still seemed as if the days had just passed as if by some magic.
Sighing she pulled out her checkbook to take stock of her funds. In another week she'd have some extra money. She was due a royalty check that would hopefully be enough to cover the new clothes, new shoes, new backpack and all the other ‘new' things that had to be bought.
One of her saving graces though, was the fact her son was almost 18 years old and had graduated. There was no more school for him. That was one less child to buy for, though invariably, she'd get him a couple of shirts and a pair of jeans anyway. It was how she was. But another school year starting . . . kids just grew up too fast. She couldn't keep up with the times, she thought, remembering when her kids had once been babies. She could even remember their gently, baby smell. And here they were, growing up; her son almost an adult and her daughter getting ready to start her first year in middle school.
With another sigh, she circles a day on her calendar for the shopping excursion. Like her daughter, she didn't want summer to be over and have to go back to the grind. But it was what it was. Life went on and kept going . . . and going back to school.
Rachel couldn't believe it as she looked at the date. Another two weeks and school would start again for her youngest. Where had the summer gone? It wasn't as if they'd gone on any trips or anything. But it still seemed as if the days had just passed as if by some magic.
Sighing she pulled out her checkbook to take stock of her funds. In another week she'd have some extra money. She was due a royalty check that would hopefully be enough to cover the new clothes, new shoes, new backpack and all the other ‘new' things that had to be bought.
One of her saving graces though, was the fact her son was almost 18 years old and had graduated. There was no more school for him. That was one less child to buy for, though invariably, she'd get him a couple of shirts and a pair of jeans anyway. It was how she was. But another school year starting . . . kids just grew up too fast. She couldn't keep up with the times, she thought, remembering when her kids had once been babies. She could even remember their gently, baby smell. And here they were, growing up; her son almost an adult and her daughter getting ready to start her first year in middle school.
With another sigh, she circles a day on her calendar for the shopping excursion. Like her daughter, she didn't want summer to be over and have to go back to the grind. But it was what it was. Life went on and kept going . . . and going back to school.
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